Travis on Wheels
To say I’m impulsive is akin to saying Kim Jung-il has control issues; once I get something in my head, it usually ends up happening. That afternoon. Which is why I was only mildly surprised to find myself flying down a Korean highway on my newly purchased moped last week, attempting to read the road signs and find my way back to Busan. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
While I would generally consider myself a compassionate person, whenever I would hear about someone getting into a motorcycle accident, I couldn’t help but think, “well, who said it was a good idea to hurtle yourself in front of cars going 75 mph wearing less protection than a high school football player?” Moreover, I just couldn’t understand the appeal of motorcycles – maybe it’s because I don’t have any hair for the wind to whip through, but to me bikers had always just looked like lazy people with a strange affinity for leather and an aversion to peddling.
